[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
Eh? [Why is there talk of punching right now??? Still, he is sufficiently distracted by the kissing. The way Vanitas nibbles his lower lip really doesn’t help him to focus on anything else, and he’s already hardly quiet, but it is not like there’s anyone else around to hear him except Vanitas.
His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
[SO. OBLIVIOUS. It'd be cute if it weren't so frustrating! ...okay, it's still cute. Dammit. He presses in for a deeper kiss briefly, intending to SMOTHER THE IDIOT with affection, cutting off those delicious noises for a few long seconds before breaking away. Panting, he freezes at the question, worry suddenly gnawing away at him.
Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
Ah, it’s fine. I just guess I wasn’t really thinking about the next time yet.
[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
[Noé tries very hard to stay still, at least initially, while Vanitas is still gradually readying himself. It takes a lot of effort to. He clutches at the blanket underneath him, biting at his lower lip without thinking as he adjusts to the sensation. The feeling. It's new, but far from unpleasant. He reminds himself to breathe, to try not to arc his back, to stay still for now. To give them time to both adjust and get used to this.
One hand raises to clumsily wipe at his mouth at the familiar metallic taste of blood from nicking his lower lip. He takes a breath, his chest rising and falling with it as he shivers, and not from the cold.]
[Although he'll probably never say it, Vanitas is grateful for the consideration, as his smaller body needs extra time to adjust to having something so large and foreign inside him. Noé's bigger than he expected, and yet that's not a bad thing; it'll just take some practice to manage all of him. Practice he's already hoping they can make a regular thing. He's got it bad...
Feeling Noé tremble beneath him, he scrapes his nails over the dark skin of the vampire's abs, both as a mere reaction to what he's feeling inside himself and as a way of hopefully making this feel even better for his partner. Ever so slowly, he rocks his hips, getting Noé to move slightly within him and causing himself to pant heavily.]
You... Why're you so damn big...
[Not a complaint, more of an admission of admiration, of amazement.]
Ah? It's....it's okay, right? We can stop if it hurts or something?
[Noé offers, but he isn't sure it's the other complaining, exactly? The scrape of Vanitas's nails against his skin isn't painful, more just another sensation to focus on. Even if it did hurt, if the other did scratch him enough to draw blood, he probably wouldn't really mind. It isn't like anyone else would see the scratches.
Or hear Noé as he lets out a moan of pleasure and surprise in spite of himself. He is probably just particularly sensitive with this being the first time. The way the other rocks his hips, he's not sure yet if he should respond, should move with him yet.]
[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
That seems to help, as he's finally able to begin moving in earnest, lifting himself off Noé a few inches before sliding back down, starting ragged rhythm while his hands feel all over his stomach and chest. Eventually settling upon his nipples, which he rubs lightly, experimenting to see how he likes that.]
[Noé isn't necessarily seeing this as something like admitting defeat. But then, both of them did have something of a stubborn streak. So he probably also wouldn't be surprised if he were aware of that sort of train of thought from the other.
As Vanitas shifts, sliding back down against him, the attention to his nipples, he can't help but want to bite his lower lip again. He barely registers the faint pain of it against the pleasure that courses through from Vanitas' movements. His hand at his face shifts to try and almost hide his expression, even if it does nothing to muffle the noise he makes. As Vanitas starts moving more, Noé arches his back, his hips thrusting a little at first, before he's sure it's okay to be a bit firmer, a bit faster.]
[That's probably because Noé isn't the same brand of control freak that Vanitas is, always wanting things to be a certain way so he knows how to control the narrative. That's why he's determined to not allow himself to do anything but what he wants, regardless of how his body takes it.
If there's one thing Vanitas longs for, it's to hear Noé fall apart beneath him. To hear his breathing grow ragged and fast, for him to make all manner of noises because he feels so good... So without worrying about himself, he picks up the pace, grunting with the effort until Noé begins moving as well, earning himself a loud gasp that tapers out into a moan. Blindly, because his head is canted upward, he pinches at his partner's nipples, giving them little twists to match their motions. Hoping that it's pleasant as well.]
[Noé swallows, shifting one hand to Vanitas's waist. As if that hand at his hips would help secure him more. Well, it might be better than expected, given his strength. It helps hold Vanitas in place more as Noé starts getting the idea. The rhythm of Vanitas's thrusts. Trying to time his own with that as best he can. Though Vanitas toying with his nipples doesn't help as a distraction, it makes his cheeks hotter. The noises he makes are getting louder.
That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
[With any luck bracing himself on Vanitas' hip will keep him just that bit more grounded; it certainly provides his human companion with a more steady pace as they work together to discover what works best to provide them both with pleasure. Ever one to seek out new experiences, Vanitas allows his hands to move from Noé's chest to his neck, wrapping lightly around it so he can feel the rapid pace of his pulse. To feel him swallow and inhale. Feel the reverberations from his moans so that they send trembles up his own spine.
He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
[He instinctively keeps leaning into Vanitas' touch, and doesn't seem to be concerned when the other wraps his hands around his neck. It isn't that tight. Really, it's just enough that it's almost pleasurable. Feeling the frantic way his breathing changes as they continue, the way his heart races. The way Vanitas tightens around him and how amazing it feels.
His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
[The amount of trust being shown to him is enough to stir something within Vanitas, some deep-seated and long lost emotion he's forgotten the name to as the vampire's blood pulses beneath his fingertips. So he doesn't try to identify it, instead allowing that budding sensation to bloom within his chest while he works himself up and down Noé's length.
Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
[If he really had an issue, he'd say something. Or push Vanitas off him or signal for him to stop or something. But he allows it, so Vanitas is able to feel every shaking breath, the way his heart races.
Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
[That's the good thing: he knows Noé is far stronger than him and capable of letting him know when something bothers him, either through action or words. That he permits him to continue on like this shows he's fine. And that's good. He wants him content and happy.
So when worry sets in, he has to laugh, very gently and quietly. Of course his first thought would be for him, wouldn't it? Allowing them to part for a breather, Vanitas smiles down at him, tongue running over his lips to catch every last drop of blood.]
It's fine. I'm fine. That was you, idiot.
[Insult though it may be, it's said with clear affection this time. Gradually, he moves his hands from Noé's neck to cup his cheeks, thumbs running over his dark skin. Tenderly stroking him as he continues moving his body along his length, steadily building up the pressure and heat within himself.]
Ah-- Hah... Come here, you--
[Pulling on his just a bit, he goes in for another, more forceful kiss. His breath comes in hard gasps as he feverishly kisses him over and over again, sweat beading on his brow.]
You know... I'm tempted to give you what you want.....
[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
[He laughs, light and pleased at his oblivious friend. It's one of his most charming points, he has to admit now. It frustrates him at times, sure, but it's still a delight at other times. And he really can see the appeal of vampires drinking his blood. The tang of copper is almost addicting, even if it brings back some bad memories.
Thankfully, he's making many more better ones right now. Gradually replacing his nightmares with dreams of someone who's come to mean so much to him in such a short time. He hates himself for allowing that to happen, yet he can't deny it any longer. He care for Noé more than he ever thought possible. That's why--
Eventually, he pauses in their lovemaking to simply sit astride him, breathing hard as he braces himself against the vampire's chest. Gazing down at him with skin glistening with sweat, he runs a thumb over Noé's lip. Unnatural eyes gaze upon violet ones as he nods.]
You still want it, don't you? My blood... I think... I'll let you have it...
That's okay. I'm just glad I didn't accidentally hurt you.
[He doesn't care if it's his blood. Just his lip. He has had far worse injuries before. So he doesn't mind that. He just tries to focus on Vanitas. How amazing this was. For all their banter, he knows they have come to care for each other. More than either had wanted to admit, or necessarily quite realized. Until tonight. He may feel like he is winging it, just trying to help Vanitas feel good, but he figures they'd have chances to keep practicing. To get better. To get to know what they might like together.
But then Vanitas pauses, and he gazes up at the other, initially confused and concerned. He's about to ask if Vanitas was alright when that thumb is at his lip. He swallows, knowing his cheeks are likely getting redder as it sinks in what Vanitas is asking. What he was saying. His eyes widen, feeling that familiar thirst at his throat. The change in his eye colour to that brighter red hue at the question is likely an answer enough, but he still seems to want to be sure.]
Are....really? I mean. Yes. I do. But you don't have to, just because...
[Just because he knows that Noé wants it. Just because they were....]
It'll take more than you usual strength to hurt me.
[And that's true. He may be mostly human, but vampire blood runs through his veins. He heals faster, is more durable than the average person. How else could he take all the abuse he's been subjected to, both before and after meeting Noé? So it's all fine, though he appreciates the concern just the same. The affection that the other shares with him, and he dare hopes, will continue to share.
But ah, there it is. That bloodlust he knows Noé has for him. Saying his blood smells really good back in their hotel room had put this idea in his mind and he'd always wished he could make it into a reality. But he hadn't trusted Noé at the time to not misuse the knowledge that could be gained from seeing his memories. Now, though... He trusts him with his very life. To snuff it out when the time comes. If he can have faith in him for that, surely he can believe in the man's ability to not misuse his memories.
So he nods slightly at the question.]
I know I don't have to. But I want to. You know me. I do only as I like, with no regard for anyone else.
[Not strictly true, but not entirely wrong, either. Still, he leans in, laying heavily upon Noé's chest so he can tuck his face against the vampire's neck, exposing his own to him.]
[He supposed that was true. He did have to acknowledge that Vanitas wasn't quite as frail as a regular human. He was just used to playing the role of defender, protector. Stepping in to protect Vanitas. Well. Most of the time. When he wasn't.....er, throwing him or something.
Vanitas had said that more or less what he had been hiding was revealed now, since Noé had fed from his 'brother'. So at least that wasn't a worry anymore. He still wants to be sure. Given how vehement Vanitas had been before about the idea. That his boundaries should be respected. Noé has to respect that.
But if he has permission now. Well, then he can finally taste him. He'd wanted to almost since the moment they had met. Noé bites his lower lip, wincing briefly at the reminder that it had been split earlier when biting at it. He swallows, not sure he should question it as Vanitas shifts lower, leaning in to expose his neck in offering.]
O-okay. If you're sure.
[He can't be sure it's not exactly the same for humans, but when he'd been fed from, while it had hurt in that initial moment of the fangs breaking the skin, it wasn't unpleasant. Noé hopes it would feel....well. Good, for Vanitas. He stares at the exposed neck for a moment, as if processing what was happening, before he nods, his hands trying to position to support Vanitas's head as he leans up, his lips pressing against Vanitas's neck in a kiss at first. His tongue licks at the skin before he pulls back barely for a brief moment and his mouth latches on, fangs piercing the skin with practiced ease and placement.]
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[Probably not the most helpful, but still. At least he gets that much out. There’s almost a dazed and pleasant noise as Vanitas distracts him from focusing too much on that he’s entirely naked with that grinding. Ignoring how hot his cheeks feel. He doesn’t mind that Vanitas is on top. So long as this keeps going. He tries to remind himself to breathe as they kiss, hoping he’s not quite as clumsy as he gets more practice. He gazes up at Vanitas, lit by the moon and the flickering flames. He really is beautiful.]
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[Although it probably wouldn't do much. Stupid strong ass vampire. Sighing in resignment at having to be the one to lead this little game of theirs, he focuses instead on kissing the hell out of Noé's dumb mouth, occasionally nipping his bottom lip and tugging at it. Trying to get more of those wonderful noises from him while grinding themselves together.
Honestly, if anyone should be thinking the other looks good, it's him. Noé's dark skin and hair contrast so beautifully with one another, his eyes are like gemstones, and that idiotic face is charming. After his skill in battle, it was the second thing he noted about him.]
I'll ride you, then, alright? Then we can switch next time.
[He's hoping there will be a next time, anyway, as this is steadily becoming something he quite enjoys, test of his patience though it might be.]
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His fingers clutch against Vanitas’ shoulder before shifting to his back as he tries to figure timing in thrusting against him.]
Next time?
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Is he assuming too much? Does Noé not want more...? Slowly, his head drops and he mumbles, the words coming out surprisingly softly for him.]
If you like it, I mean... You don't have to if you don't...
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[He hadn’t necessarily meant anything more than that. But it seems like Vanitas was worried? He leans up to kiss his neck, his cheek in reassurance. He wants the other to feel safe. Comfortable with him.]
You riding me is fine.
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[At the reassurances, Vanitas perks back up a bit, cheeks warming both from the attention and because he'd assumed wrong. Yet there's clear relief in his brilliant blue eyes as he gazes down at Noé.]
Good... I think I'd like that.
[It's something he's been thinking about ever since he admitted to wanting Noé to be the one to end his life. That even if it came down to that, he first wanted to know his body inside and out if at all possible. So he gradually scoots up until he's hovering over him,, using one hand to brace himself on his chest while the other angles Noé's length to the right spot.]
...you ready?
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[He probably shouldn’t kiss Vanitas on the neck too much. It’s not like he would hurt him or feed without permission, but he doesn’t want to risk anything. Especially this first time when he isn’t as sure how he might react to it all. Still, even if he blushes and lays back down, he nods. Trying to relax as best he can, figuring if he’s too tense it’s probably not the best. He tries to stay still as Vanitas shifts, not wanting to upset his balance or anything.
He has been having the odd occasion where he would feel more comfortable around the other, but he had not thought anything of it. It’s only now that he considers that it’s probably been because he has these feelings towards his friend. He was just too oblivious to realise it at the time. His arms lower to try not to be in the way as the other shifts. He swallows, but seems determined.]
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[It's a consideration that he'll appreciate all the more once things get rolling. It's not as though he wants to tempt fate by teasing Noé or making things harder on him. Last thing they need is for a round of sex to turn into a battle to the death. That'd be a tense coitus.
As is, Vanitas gradually lowers himself down onto his friend's length, steadily enveloping him with his body, although it takes a great deal of effort to go slowly and not hurt himself. The further along he gets, the harder his breathing becomes, until once he's sitting fully astride Noé, he sounds more winded than after a fight. His chest heaves with the effort to remain still, allowing his body to adjust to having Noé inside himself and his fingers clutch at the vampire's bare chest.]
Ah... Damn...
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One hand raises to clumsily wipe at his mouth at the familiar metallic taste of blood from nicking his lower lip. He takes a breath, his chest rising and falling with it as he shivers, and not from the cold.]
Ahh.....
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Feeling Noé tremble beneath him, he scrapes his nails over the dark skin of the vampire's abs, both as a mere reaction to what he's feeling inside himself and as a way of hopefully making this feel even better for his partner. Ever so slowly, he rocks his hips, getting Noé to move slightly within him and causing himself to pant heavily.]
You... Why're you so damn big...
[Not a complaint, more of an admission of admiration, of amazement.]
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[Noé offers, but he isn't sure it's the other complaining, exactly? The scrape of Vanitas's nails against his skin isn't painful, more just another sensation to focus on. Even if it did hurt, if the other did scratch him enough to draw blood, he probably wouldn't really mind. It isn't like anyone else would see the scratches.
Or hear Noé as he lets out a moan of pleasure and surprise in spite of himself. He is probably just particularly sensitive with this being the first time. The way the other rocks his hips, he's not sure yet if he should respond, should move with him yet.]
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[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
That seems to help, as he's finally able to begin moving in earnest, lifting himself off Noé a few inches before sliding back down, starting ragged rhythm while his hands feel all over his stomach and chest. Eventually settling upon his nipples, which he rubs lightly, experimenting to see how he likes that.]
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[Noé isn't necessarily seeing this as something like admitting defeat. But then, both of them did have something of a stubborn streak. So he probably also wouldn't be surprised if he were aware of that sort of train of thought from the other.
As Vanitas shifts, sliding back down against him, the attention to his nipples, he can't help but want to bite his lower lip again. He barely registers the faint pain of it against the pleasure that courses through from Vanitas' movements. His hand at his face shifts to try and almost hide his expression, even if it does nothing to muffle the noise he makes. As Vanitas starts moving more, Noé arches his back, his hips thrusting a little at first, before he's sure it's okay to be a bit firmer, a bit faster.]
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If there's one thing Vanitas longs for, it's to hear Noé fall apart beneath him. To hear his breathing grow ragged and fast, for him to make all manner of noises because he feels so good... So without worrying about himself, he picks up the pace, grunting with the effort until Noé begins moving as well, earning himself a loud gasp that tapers out into a moan. Blindly, because his head is canted upward, he pinches at his partner's nipples, giving them little twists to match their motions. Hoping that it's pleasant as well.]
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That is probably exactly what Vanitas wants. What he is aiming for. Not that the thought really registers, given how distracted he is. How much adrenaline and pleasure courses through him already.]
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He wants to hear Noé sing, like a bird. A special song that none will get to listen to but him... Leaning down, he brings his lips to the other's and kisses him. Not with force, but surprisingly gently, in an almost tender expression of affection.]
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His lips are conveniently parted when the other leans down to kiss him, his hands shifting to Vanitas's back and cheek when he does. Head tilting so his nose doesn't angle to knock Vanitas' as he returns the kiss. The gentle, almost chaste and tender affection of it is at odds with their thrusting, but sweet all the same. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss, not yet. Merely returns it in kind, his hand at the other's cheek, threading through the strands of hair near his ear and the side of his neck there. His fingers clutch at Vanitas' back, but not hard or deep enough to scratch him, to break the skin. He doesn't actually want to hurt him.]
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Again and again he kisses his friend and now partner, eager for every drop of affection the other man deigns to grace him with. Eventually, he starts introducing his teeth into the mix, nipping at his bottom lip more as his kisses turn aggressive, desperate while the heat between them builds further. He feels secure with Noé's hands on him, safe in his arms despite his vulnerable state. Eventually it reaches the point that his biting breaks the skin just a bit, enough to flood the taste of their kiss with a coppery tang, leading Vanitas to groan low under his breath.]
Hnngh... I think I get why you all enjoy a little bloodplay...
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Noé barely registers the pain of his lower lip bleeding. So he's initially wondering if it was Vanitas. If he accidentally hurt him during their kiss. He shifts one of his hands to the other's shoulder, but doesn't outright push him off. Merely trying to take stock, to check with Vanitas that he was alright.]
That's....ah, did I hurt you? Sorry...!
[Vanitas doesn't seem upset about it? Maybe it was him. It's probably not too surprising, given the sort of beatings he was used to in fights, that he would barely even notice something like his lower lip bleeding, besides the obvious of that familiar taste. He was used to far worse than this. Even with Vanitas's hands around his neck and his lips red from more than just the blood.]
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So when worry sets in, he has to laugh, very gently and quietly. Of course his first thought would be for him, wouldn't it? Allowing them to part for a breather, Vanitas smiles down at him, tongue running over his lips to catch every last drop of blood.]
It's fine. I'm fine. That was you, idiot.
[Insult though it may be, it's said with clear affection this time. Gradually, he moves his hands from Noé's neck to cup his cheeks, thumbs running over his dark skin. Tenderly stroking him as he continues moving his body along his length, steadily building up the pressure and heat within himself.]
Ah-- Hah... Come here, you--
[Pulling on his just a bit, he goes in for another, more forceful kiss. His breath comes in hard gasps as he feverishly kisses him over and over again, sweat beading on his brow.]
You know... I'm tempted to give you what you want.....
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[That's okay then. He's not as worried if it's him. So long as he hadn't hurt Vanitas accidentally. There's obvious relief in his expression as Vanitas reassures him, before he blinks at seeing Vanitas lick his lips like that. Licking his blood....
But, no. He shouldn't - Vanitas hasn't given permission. And he couldn't betray that. A lot had happened between the two of them, but there was still trust there. If he did something like that before Vanitas was ready, that would break it. Ruin everything.
It isn't like he isn't easily distracted from that train of thought, with the way Vanitas continues thrusting, and his own hips keep attempting to keep pace with the other, that pleasure building between them. He returns the kisses, hand raising to the back of Vanitas's head, fingers curling in his hair.]
Ah...huh?
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[He laughs, light and pleased at his oblivious friend. It's one of his most charming points, he has to admit now. It frustrates him at times, sure, but it's still a delight at other times. And he really can see the appeal of vampires drinking his blood. The tang of copper is almost addicting, even if it brings back some bad memories.
Thankfully, he's making many more better ones right now. Gradually replacing his nightmares with dreams of someone who's come to mean so much to him in such a short time. He hates himself for allowing that to happen, yet he can't deny it any longer. He care for Noé more than he ever thought possible. That's why--
Eventually, he pauses in their lovemaking to simply sit astride him, breathing hard as he braces himself against the vampire's chest. Gazing down at him with skin glistening with sweat, he runs a thumb over Noé's lip. Unnatural eyes gaze upon violet ones as he nods.]
You still want it, don't you? My blood... I think... I'll let you have it...
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[He doesn't care if it's his blood. Just his lip. He has had far worse injuries before. So he doesn't mind that. He just tries to focus on Vanitas. How amazing this was. For all their banter, he knows they have come to care for each other. More than either had wanted to admit, or necessarily quite realized. Until tonight. He may feel like he is winging it, just trying to help Vanitas feel good, but he figures they'd have chances to keep practicing. To get better. To get to know what they might like together.
But then Vanitas pauses, and he gazes up at the other, initially confused and concerned. He's about to ask if Vanitas was alright when that thumb is at his lip. He swallows, knowing his cheeks are likely getting redder as it sinks in what Vanitas is asking. What he was saying. His eyes widen, feeling that familiar thirst at his throat. The change in his eye colour to that brighter red hue at the question is likely an answer enough, but he still seems to want to be sure.]
Are....really? I mean. Yes. I do. But you don't have to, just because...
[Just because he knows that Noé wants it. Just because they were....]
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[And that's true. He may be mostly human, but vampire blood runs through his veins. He heals faster, is more durable than the average person. How else could he take all the abuse he's been subjected to, both before and after meeting Noé? So it's all fine, though he appreciates the concern just the same. The affection that the other shares with him, and he dare hopes, will continue to share.
But ah, there it is. That bloodlust he knows Noé has for him. Saying his blood smells really good back in their hotel room had put this idea in his mind and he'd always wished he could make it into a reality. But he hadn't trusted Noé at the time to not misuse the knowledge that could be gained from seeing his memories. Now, though... He trusts him with his very life. To snuff it out when the time comes. If he can have faith in him for that, surely he can believe in the man's ability to not misuse his memories.
So he nods slightly at the question.]
I know I don't have to. But I want to. You know me. I do only as I like, with no regard for anyone else.
[Not strictly true, but not entirely wrong, either. Still, he leans in, laying heavily upon Noé's chest so he can tuck his face against the vampire's neck, exposing his own to him.]
Make it feel good, Noé.
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Vanitas had said that more or less what he had been hiding was revealed now, since Noé had fed from his 'brother'. So at least that wasn't a worry anymore. He still wants to be sure. Given how vehement Vanitas had been before about the idea. That his boundaries should be respected. Noé has to respect that.
But if he has permission now. Well, then he can finally taste him. He'd wanted to almost since the moment they had met. Noé bites his lower lip, wincing briefly at the reminder that it had been split earlier when biting at it. He swallows, not sure he should question it as Vanitas shifts lower, leaning in to expose his neck in offering.]
O-okay. If you're sure.
[He can't be sure it's not exactly the same for humans, but when he'd been fed from, while it had hurt in that initial moment of the fangs breaking the skin, it wasn't unpleasant. Noé hopes it would feel....well. Good, for Vanitas. He stares at the exposed neck for a moment, as if processing what was happening, before he nods, his hands trying to position to support Vanitas's head as he leans up, his lips pressing against Vanitas's neck in a kiss at first. His tongue licks at the skin before he pulls back barely for a brief moment and his mouth latches on, fangs piercing the skin with practiced ease and placement.]
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